Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 66570 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66570 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Her thick hair tickled my thighs as she sucked and licked. She played with my balls, cupping and stroking. I was a mass of sensation, pleasure rippling through me as she took me deeper and harder. I moved under her, groaning and hissing, begging her for more. Wanting whatever she would give me. Never wanting this to end, yet desperate to feel the moment of ecstasy with her again.
She swallowed around me, and I fell. Hard, fast, unexpected. No warning or final buildup. I bellowed her name, cursed, and shook. Gripped her hair and praised her. Begged her again.
And then there was nothing. That blissful moment of peace where your body and brain disconnect and you’re floating, adrift and alone.
Amy curled up beside me, and I pulled her into my arms. I pressed a kiss to her head.
“You need to come with your own warning label,” I mumbled, tracing her lips with my finger. “Your mouth needs to be listed as a dangerous weapon.”
Playfully, she bit the end of my finger. “Made you smile, though.”
“Was that your goal?”
“You don’t smile enough, Simon. I like knowing I put it on your face.”
I pulled her to me and kissed her. I had no idea how to respond to those words.
I woke alone again. I could smell coffee and bacon. I got up and grabbed a quick shower, grinning at the damp towel hanging on the rack. Obviously, Amy had had a shower already and decided to make breakfast.
I showered and dressed and headed downstairs. Amy glanced over her shoulder at me with a grin.
“Morning, handsome.”
“Hey, Chippy,” I replied, dropping a kiss to her cheek.
“Chippy?”
“It’s a short form of chipmunk. It suits you.”
She rolled her eyes and handed me a cup of coffee. “Whatever. I made breakfast.”
“I was going to take you out for breakfast.”
She leaned against the counter, shaking her head. “You need to remember how small a town this is, Simon. They see us out for breakfast, and they’ll start to talk. I don’t think you’re ready for that.”
She turned back to the pan, and I sat down at the island. She was right. I wasn’t ready for that. Despite what happened last night, we had to proceed slowly. I had to think of Mia.
I shook my head. I had barely thought of my daughter since dinner last night. My entire focus had been on Amy. The passion between us.
I watched her for a moment, so at home in my kitchen. Looking sexy in my shirt, tied around her waist in a knot, her pretty skirt flowing about her legs. She was comfortable. It felt…natural. I thought about how Mia would react. What she would think. She’d been the entire focus of my life for so long. What if she resented Amy? Didn’t like her? I had to continue with caution.
It hit me that maybe I was moving too fast. That I had let last night and my frenzied lust cloud my judgment. I needed to pull back and go back to Plan A. Slow. Get to know Amy. Introduce her to Mia. Proceed from there.
I just wasn’t sure how to accomplish that, given what had transpired between Amy and me.
My mood fractured during breakfast, my mind and heart at war with each other. I was quiet, thinking, going deep into my head. Amy seemed to sense that, as she was silent as well. We ate our breakfast, and I insisted on cleaning the kitchen. She disappeared and I heard her walk back down the stairs, but she never came into the kitchen. I wiped my hands and found her seated in the living room, staring out the window. Her usual smile was absent, but she was polite and casual as she stood.
“Can you run me home?” she asked.
“Of course,” I said with a frown. “I don’t expect you to walk.”
She smiled and moved past me. My hands itched to touch her. To tell her the doubts and fears crowding my head. The worries. But I remained silent and followed her to the car.
The short trip was uncomfortable for both of us. I didn’t know what to say, and she didn’t try to fill the air with small talk. When I pulled up to her place, I began to take off my seat belt, but she stopped me.
“It’s fine, Simon. I’m a big girl and can walk myself into my place.”
“Amy—”
She cut me off. “It’s okay,” she offered. “I get it. Last night was amazing. For both of us. And it was exactly what we wanted and needed. One night. Not the start of something. I get it.”
I groaned and turned my head, meeting her eyes. I saw the hurt she was trying to cover up, the pain of rejection. I shook my head. “No, Amy—”
Again, she stopped me. “Like I said, I’m a big girl, Simon. It was fun and I enjoyed myself. You take care, and I’m sure I’ll be seeing you around. Maybe the grocery store again.” She offered me a smile I could only describe as brittle. It was false and hid her true feelings, and I deserved the anger she was concealing.